Natasha Romanov, code-named Black Widow, top Agent of Agemonds, is also a superhero who also serves as the Avengers. Of course, that is the content of the original work. She is not in this world so far. But she is just missing such a title. Overall, it is not harmful to her gorgeous resume.

Natasha sat in the driver's seat of a red convertible sports car, driving the steel beast wildly at lightning speed, and her red hair swayed violently backwards like a ball of flames. Eric sat in the passenger seat and squinted his eyes. The airflow was like countless long whips rushing towards him, and the strong air pressure was almost suffocating.

"So you have been with Stark for this time?" Eric asked with his eyes narrowed.

"Hmm, it's almost the same." Natasha responded briefly.

"Why? Fury wants the Iron Man's skills?"

"confidential."

He is such a woman who is difficult to communicate with. He speaks like squeezing toothpaste, as if saying a redundant word will lead to life.

Just as he was thinking about this, the woman actually spoke up: "The director also mentioned something about you."

"Oh, is that?"

"He said you have outstanding abilities, very rarely excellent, and have immeasurable huge potential."

"Why does it sound like I should have a 'but' next?"

"But," Natasha said so, "I don't like you so much."

"I guess, because I haven't taken the certificate from the Secret Service Academy?"

"Because you have no belief," Natasha said simply, "For example, I'll ask, do you have any reason to fight?"

"ha?"

"The other people who are similar to you under the focus of ASCHEUN - like Spider-Man and Iron Man, they all have their own beliefs and reasons to fight, and are you? Just because of a whim?"

Eric was stunned. He had never thought about this problem.

Why fight? My dad gave him Yamozhuo's armor, but now it seems that he was just being used. My dad has no expectations for him, nor has he made him use this thing to do a career as a superhero. Similarly, he did not want to atone for the blood that he had contaminated in his past arms sales career like Stark, nor did he believe in the creed of "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" like Parker.

Indeed, what he does with the power of armor is just based on his personal freedom.

"If you are a hero on a whim today, you may be a criminal on a whim tomorrow." Natasha said bluntly, "That's why I say such people are not trustworthy."

Eric snorted and ignored her.

When I watched it across the screen, he didn't think so when I was really together - he was such an unpleasant woman.

Both of them didn't say anything any further.

The convertible sports car stopped outside the light brown building with a bronze medal with the words "FUTUREHARM" standing on the lawn on the periphery. The main body of the three-story building stands in the center of the building, and the single-story annexes are long spread out on both sides, fully demonstrating the symmetrical beauty of the building.

When the two stopped the car, the woman in a magenta shirt had been waiting at the door for a long time. Her long black hair was combed into a single ponytail, her legs were covered with old-fashioned office trousers, her waist tightly slim waist and abdomen, and her long eyelashes had an intellectual light.

Natasha pushed the door and got out of the car, striding forward with a rushing aura, and asked in an almost interrogative tone: "Is it Dr. Hansen?"

"It's me, Maya Hansen." Maya shook hands with Natasha. "I heard you're coming...but I've told the police what I can provide."

"You just need to tell us again."

Natasha said, walking inside with Maya, waved to Eric without looking back to follow. Eric felt like a follower who was following Natasha for a moment.

"That's really terrible." Maya said with lingering fear as she led the two through the corridor. "Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire. When I went to his office to check, he was already dead."

"who?"

"Killian, Aldridge Killian, our main researcher in bioelectric microrobot surgery," Maya said. "The body has been transported away. It's so scary. His head was blown through by a pistol, and blood was ripped all over the table."

"His computer is still here?"

"Yes, but we can't crack the password," Maya said. "The police said they'll send someone else to take it away in a while."

"Take us to see."

"OK."

"You know Stark is missing, right?" Natasha asked again.

"Well... I saw it in the news, it's so scary."

"And you happen to be the last person who spoke to the phone a minute before his disappearance, it's really not like a coincidence."

"I...I don't know."

"You mentioned on the phone that Iron Man needs help," Natasha asked. "If it were just a case of researchers committing suicide, why would Iron Man be needed?"

Maya Hansen looked at the two of them for a moment and sighed deeply.

"Okay," she said, "we actually know the reason for Killian's suicide because of a recent invention of intergenerational significance...we named it the 'Desperate Virus'."

Eric's pupils closed as he kept following behind him.

Desperate virus!

He finally remembered why there was no source of explosion at the blasting site, because bombs were all living people! People who were injected with desperate viruses would gain superhuman physical strength and extremely strong self-healing ability, but the side effect was that they were very unstable, just like a reactor with uncontrollable temperature, which could overheat and explode at any time. But even with such defects, it was indeed an invention worthy of the title of "cross-era meaning".

"I started creating a 'desperate virus' in the hope that it could overcome all the medically invincible diseases." Maya sighed, "I didn't expect it to be like this today."

"Someone wants to weaponize it," Eric intercepted, "a cliché."

Maya nodded: "A week ago, samples of the desperate virus were stolen. Before suicide, Killian had admitted that he leaked the virus, but we didn't know who the buyer was, nor what they wanted the virus to do... We didn't even know how bad the situation was. I saw unknown explosions happening all over the country in the news, and I knew it was my virus at work..."

"So you want to find Iron Man." Eric said, "You hope Iron Man can wipe your ass."

"Now Stark is missing, and a similar explosion occurred at the scene." Natasha said, "It doesn't sound very difficult to make associations."

"I...I can probably help," Maya said. "If it's really someone who's injected with the desperate virus that robs Mr. Stark...I think I can try to locate them."
Chapter completed!